Ugh. I’m so done with everything. I just wanna stay in bed forever. I like sleeping, and I don’t wanna have to wake up.
Does it count as a relapse if you’ve given up trying to quit?
What’s the opposite of quitting? Is there a name for trying to get more addicted rather than less?
Is something wrong with me? Wait, I know the answer to that one.
1. What is more difficult for you, looking into someones eyes when you are telling someone how you feel, or looking into someones eyes when they are telling you how they feel?
Probably the first one, because I don’t know how they’ll react.
2. Think of the last time you were REALLY angry. WHY were you angry? Do you still feel the same way?
I don’t really get angry much. Sad, yeah, and maybe a little angry, but I don’t fly into a rage like the Hulk. That said, I was mad at my school for kicking me out of my dorm room, and I’m still pretty mad about it. But I understand why they did it.
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This is… Wow… I wish I had a friend who wld do this for me when I told them about my cutting problemsThe other night I was Skyping with one of my best friends. She lives in Holland and I live in America, so we don’t get to talk often. I trust her so much, and every time we talk I just feel so loved. She’s amazing.
I was talking to her about cutting, and started telling her about how I sometimes take pictures of my self-harm instead of writing about it, or in addition to writing about it. I don’t normally show people the pictures, but I sent her a few. She had been sharing her screen with me because I’d been watching her draw something, so I saw when she opened the files.
She opened this picture, kept it on the screen for a few seconds, closed it, and opened it again in Photoshop. I watched, confused, thinking it had been an accident.
I watched quietly while she erased every line of blood, every scar, every cut from my body. I started recording the screen without thinking- I needed to be able to watch it again. I knew I would need to feel that sense of… relief. That there was someone in my life who knew the extent of me and could still see through to something beautiful.
I wanted to share this with you because I think it’s important. If you feel anything close to how I felt when I saw this, I’m happy. Because you should know that it’s possible to be loved, underneath the pain and the scars and the blood. We are all beautiful.
You’re beautiful, and above all, you are not alone.
This is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen on Tumblr. I’m crying so hard right now.
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Cute For A Girl /// Alix Olson
I told her she was cute.
She said, “You’re cute…for a girl. Look, I like you a lot, but I like to give head.”
I lay down on my bed, I said, “Try me.”
She said, “No, it’s dick I’m after, darlin,” and she headed for the door.
I said, “If it’s dick you’re after, darlin’, try my top dresser drawer.”
“But I’ve got small hands,” I said, “They never go limp when I fuck. I got girl parts myself, so I know where’s good to suck.”
She paused.
I move closer.
She said, “I’m not sure I buy it…”
But her nipples perked, her pelvis jerked, she said, “I guess, I’ll try it.”
She stopped, dropped, rolled, paused…turned.
And that night I learned that skin is where this revolution is going to begin.
Touching one woman at a time, showing there’s no crime in feeling this good.
God would be a dyke if She could find someone to hold her, instead of holding her up as the dark image in the church of my bedroom.
She stopped, dropped, rolled, paused, turned, spread, said “…Oh god.”
“Yeah, darlin’,” I said, “Anybody. Any body. ANY BODY…can bring you closer to Jesus.”
DeArLoRd
Another night of interrupted sleep. Awesome.
I mean, I know I have responsibilities. I need to give my mom her medicine at the very least every 4 hours, sometimes with as little as an hour break in between (depending on how the schedule lines up). Which means I’m not going to get more than 4 hours of sleep without interruption for quite a while. And I’m willing to do it to help out, but that doesn’t mean it’s not frustrating.
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yall:
saying “how can you be sad when people have it so much worse than you” is as ridiculous as “how can you be happy when people have it so much better than you”
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I’m rewording the questions because the current wording and lack of capitalization is bothering me. Deal with it. :P
1. Who do you like and why?
Eh, I don’t really like anybody right now. I mean, I’ve got a small crush on a girl at my school. But not a big enough crush that I’d actually ask her out (not that she’s gay).
2. Name a famous person you’ve been compared to.
Uh, nobody.
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